.....the desire to peel myself away from the inside of my body, in an attempt to abandon it, hoping to preserve something of me.....
Handles and disaster
I have no clue when they discovered the turd.
Seek that which is most precious.
If you should bow, let it be to a lofty mountain.
The politics of drafting….the politics of ooohh feelin’ good…..
"catching or dropping anyone on an open road is rarely a fair index of ability"
Her revels now are ended
Reality is painful, but a necessary part of a weighty, authentic love.